


i should be over all the butterflies

by LaurentiaPayne



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: Anal, Angst, Bit of everything ygm, Bottom Harry, Fingering, Fluff, Gay Sex, Kissing, Lirry - Freeform, Lirry Stayne, M/M, Male Slash, Smut, Top Liam, batman liam, lirry smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-09-03
Updated: 2013-09-03
Packaged: 2017-12-25 13:41:52
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,029
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/953765
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LaurentiaPayne/pseuds/LaurentiaPayne
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Liam was always the one Harry not only wanted, but actually needed. And when a truth is revealed about their past, Harry has to convince Liam that he is in fact Batman. <i>His</i> Batman.</p>
            </blockquote>





	i should be over all the butterflies

Ever since the first time Harry saw Liam, he knew there was something there. At first, he didn’t realise what that something was. To be honest, he thought he kind of hated him in the beginning. The way he was always so strict and took everything so seriously and actually tried to set up _rules_ for Harry and the other boys. And he was always getting in their business, asking where they went and who they were with all the time.  
The most annoying part about it was that Liam gave Harry an even harder time than the rest of them. Harry was sick of always being treated as a kid, and he had thought being put into a band with four other guys who were all older than him would make people around them treat him differently. And most people did. Except for Liam.

It was annoying when Harry didn’t really know Liam, when he didn’t really understand why he did it. But then, as Harry started to really get himself in trouble, he was glad that Liam was there. Because he always was.  
He was there when Harry got too drunk and fell asleep in the hallway of his building. He was there when Harry got into a fight outside a bar. He was there when Harry was feeling homesick. He was there when Harry had gone too far with someone he shouldn’t even have talked to in the first place. He was there when Harry had messed up on stage. He was _always_ there.  
And it started being the only thing that never changed in Harry’s life. With everything they went through, he needed some stability. And Liam was there to give him that.

 

Harry didn’t even see it coming, but one night, he told Liam about this. He started talking about feelings, feelings he had for Liam without even knowing it. The fact that he was sitting on the floor of Liam’s bathroom with his head over the toilet didn’t really matter. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew they were true. 

“Liam, you know what you are?”  
Liam smiled at him and stroke his hair some more.  
“What am I, Hazza?”  
Harry took a deep breath. He shouldn’t have. Some more of the night’s evilness poured out of his body and into the toilet bowl. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, and Liam pulled a face at him. 

“You, Liam Payne, are my rock.”  
Liam smiled and handed him a towel that he had soaked with cold water.  
“Oh, am I now?” he said with a little laugh.  
Harry wiped his face with the towel, and let out a pleased sigh as the soaked fabric soothed his pounding head. He nodded.  
“You are.” Liam laughed again. “Stop laughing! I’m trying to create one of those magical cute moments like in the movies when the main characters finally get it on,” he said and pouted.  
Liam touched his cheek with the back of his hand.  
“I’m sorry. Go on. What makes me your rock, Harry?” 

“Well, you know. You just are. You always have been. I hated it at first, I really did. You with your smart ways and responsibility and mature voice and steady hands. Always telling me what to do. You were inside my head and under my skin and fucking tap dancing all over my nerves. I almost lost it with you, but then one day I realised that I actually liked it. I liked the fact that you always cared about me and took care of me and just kept me sane, really. Because no one else did. No one cared about me like you, Liam. And I needed it. I still do. I need you, so much. Look at me. I’m pathetic. Sitting here, clinging to a chunk of porcelain, spewing out my guts. And you’re still here. Petting me. Soothing me. Making sure I don’t drown in my own sick. And that’s _amazing_ , Liam. You don’t even know how amazing you are.” 

Liam looked into his eyes, deeply. Harry was blinking slowly, eyelids feeling heavy with alcohol and tiredness. 

“You’re drunk, Harry.”  
“I am not!” he blurted out, and Liam lifted one of his eyebrows at him. “Okay, fine, I am. But I know what I’m saying, and I’m telling you the truth. You’re my _rock_ , Liam. I would be so lost without you.” 

He felt tears filling his eyes up, and Liam took one of his hands. They looked at each other in silence for a while. Harry tried to blink the tears away, but the look on Liam’s face wasn’t really helping. He looked so puzzled, almost angry, because of what Harry had said. And Harry hated himself. Why did he always do this? He always took things too far, too soon. And usually when he did, the one that talked him through it was the person now sitting in front of him, giving him that look. 

But then, Liam smiled. He smiled widely, flashing all of his perfect teeth, eyes sparkling. And the sickness in Harry’s stomach was gone. It was replaced by hundreds, thousands, _millions_ of butterflies tickling his insides. 

Harry had kissed a lot of people in his days, but he had never, ever wanted to kiss someone more than he wanted to kiss Liam in that very second. He looked at Liam’s lips and felt a shiver down his spine. His whole body went numb and he just melted into Liam’s touch. He leaned back at Liam, who was sitting somewhat behind him, and felt his eyelids forcing themselves together. Liam kept stroking his hair.  
They stayed like that for a while, Harry doing everything he could to stay awake. But it became impossible, and when his breathing got heavier, Liam tapped on his shoulder lightly. 

“Hey. Let’s get you to bed.”  
Harry smiled sleepily.  
“Mm, I like the sound of that, Leeyum.” 

Liam laughed.  
“Come on, stud. On your feet,” he said and stood in front of Harry, reaching his hands out to him. Harry took them and let Liam pull him all the way up to a standing position. He felt the room spinning and felt himself falling backwards, only to be caught in Liam’s strong arms. Harry giggled.  
“See. Rock,” he said and smiled stupidly at Liam.

Liam shook his head and let out a deep sigh, but Harry could see that he was smiling.  
“What did I do to deserve this?” Liam said, more to himself than to Harry, and Harry laughed at him. Liam furrowed his eyebrows. “Get your ass over to the sink and stuff your face with toothpaste because your breath smells like _death_.” 

Harry barely made the five steps over to the sink and grabbed onto it tightly while trying to get the world to stop spinning. He splashed his face with cold water a few times and brushed his teeth. Then he tried to walk away from the sink and out of the bathroom, but his legs just wouldn’t carry him. He fell into Liam’s arms once again, and this time felt the strong boy lift him up.  
Liam carried him like a baby across the flat and put him down on the bed. Harry nuzzled up against the sheets and inhaled the smell of them.

“Hey. This isn’t my bed,” he mumbled.  
Liam laughed.  
“That’s because you don’t live here, silly. I do.”  
“Oh.” 

Harry looked up at Liam who was towering over him with a smile on his face.  
“I need you too, you know,” Liam said softly and brushed his hand against Harry’s cheek.

And then he turned away, and Harry thought for a second that he was running away. But he walked around the bed, got out of his clothes and crawled in next to Harry, who had turned over so they were facing each other.  
They just laid there in silence for a while, looking at each other. Harry still wasn’t really sure what Liam had meant, or if he even had said it at all. But then Liam lifted his hand and touched Harry’s cheek for the third time that night. 

“I never _chose_ to be your rock, Harry,” he started, still caressing the other boy’s face. “I can’t help it. I’m always so worried about you. I couldn’t let anything happen to this beautiful face, could I?”  
“You think I’m beautiful?” Harry whispered.  
“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, young Harold. And you say a lot of stupid things,” Liam said with a little laugh.

“What’s stupid?”  
“ _’Do you think I’m beautiful?’_ ” Liam mocked. “Have you ever looked into a mirror?” 

Harry felt himself blushing. No one ever made him blush, and he didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t say anything. He just put a hand on Liam’s cheek and slowly leaned in to him. 

When their lips finally pressed together, Harry’s head was spinning again. But it wasn’t because of the alcohol in his body. It was Liam. 

They kissed and kissed and kissed, until Liam pulled away, trying to catch his breath.  
“What are we doing, Harry?” 

The answer came naturally.  
“What we should’ve been doing the entire time.” 

~

“That’s such a cute story lads, you’re bringing a tear to me eye!” Zayn said with a laugh, and mimicked wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. Louis laughed with him, and raised his bottle of beer in the air. 

“Cheers to Harry’s inability to keep his drinks down,” he said, and the rest of them raised their drinks. “If it wasn’t for that, the two of you would still be miserably alone… and Harry would probably be a raging alcoholic!”  
They all laughed.  
“To Harry!” they said, and clinked their glasses and bottles together. 

Harry took a sip of his mojito with his eyes closed. He couldn’t stop smiling. There he was, surrounded by the four people that he got to spend every day of his crazy life with, doing what they all loved so much. And they were celebrating the fact that two years had passed since that night, the first night of Harry’s life. His life with Liam. The life that he had always wanted, but not realised until that very night that they had just told the other boys about. 

He grabbed Liam’s hand under the table, and looked over at his boyfriend, who was smiling just as widely as he was. Harry leaned in and kissed him softly. They rested their foreheads against each other, both with their eyes closed. 

“To my rock,” Harry said quietly and held up his glass to Liam.  
“To the love of my life,” Liam responded and they clinked their glasses together. 

Harry took a few more sips of his drink this time, mixing the rush of the alcohol with the rush of Liam. They shared another kiss.  
“I love you,” Harry whispered.  
“I love you too, Haz.”  
“Guys, stop it, please! It’s too cute, I can’t take it,” Louis shouted, and the boys all laughed. 

Harry shook his head. Two years later, and they were still taking the piss. But it was alright. Of course it had been a shock to them to hear that two of their band mates were a couple. But they had been really cool about it. They had kept quiet about it until Liam and Harry were ready to go public, and they had been really supportive when the media had finally found out. Harry knew they probably couldn’t have done it without the other boys' help, so he figured they deserved the chance to mock them a little. Or, well, a lot.

“Yeah, really cute guys. You know, while we’re telling stories, why don’t you tell us about who you were really looking for that night?” Niall said.

Harry froze. Everything else did as well; they all looked at first Niall and then Harry with confused looks on their faces.  
“What are you talking about?” Zayn asked Niall, who still didn’t realise what he had done. He was just laughing.  
“You didn’t know? Harry was so drunk that night he didn’t even know where he was going, so he ended up in the wrong place.” 

Harry was certain his heart had come to a complete stop. He looked down into his drink and gulped. Looking at Liam was not an option.  
He banned himself for ever telling Niall that story, about how he had accidentally gone to Liam’s place instead of Louis’ that night. 

“What is he talking about, Harry?” Liam asked, voice firm. 

Harry still couldn’t look at him, but he knew there was no way to get out of this. The room went completely silent. Niall had stopped laughing, probably realising what he had done. 

“Well, I… Kinda… Wanted to see Louis that night?” Harry said quietly.  
“You… Wanted to see Louis?” Liam asked, and Harry nodded. “So, the night that we shared our first kiss, the night that changed our lives forever, was just a mistake?” he continued, and Harry could hear the hurt in his voice.

He swallowed hard trying to get rid of the huge lump of burning pain that was forming in his throat. He didn’t know what to say.  
“Liam…”  
“Just tell me, Harry. Yes or no, was it a mistake that you came to my place that night?” 

Harry tried really hard to keep the tears in his eyes from flooding down his cheeks. He nodded lightly, barely even noticeable.  
“Yes, but Liam-“ he started, but before he could finish, Liam was rushing out the door.  
Harry got up to follow him. 

“Thanks a lot,” he said in Niall’s direction before heading after Liam. 

“Liam! Liam please, wait!” Harry yelled after his boyfriend when he saw him out in the hallway of the building.  
He started running faster trying to catch up with him.

“Liam!” he yelled again, and Liam finally stopped.  
“What, Harry?”  
“You have to let me explain.”  
“What’s to explain? Our whole relationship has been a lie. You never really wanted me, did you? What made you stay then, Harry? Were you too embarrassed to say anything? Maybe you were afraid to hurt my feelings? Or you just couldn’t be bothered to tell me?” Liam said furiously, spit escaping his lips along with the words.

“You know it’s not like that, Liam. I love you.”  
“Well, you say that. But you say a lot of things, Harry. I don’t know what to believe anymore.” 

His words hurt Harry like a knife straight through his heart.  
“That’s not fair,” he said.  
“What’s not fair, Harry? The fact that you’ve been keeping this from me for all this time? The fact that the most important night of my life was a lie? The fact that you never really wanted me, you just got stuck with me because you were too drunk to know the difference?”  
“Stop it, Liam!” 

“No, I will not! Do you know what’s the worst part about all of this? That for the entire time I’ve known you, I always thought you liked Louis the best. And don’t even try to tell me you didn’t during The X Factor days, because I know you did. But then you and I started spending more time together, and I loved it. I was so happy. But there was always a little part of me that kept wondering if you just wanted to hang out with me because Louis didn’t want to, or something. And even after we got together, I was still always afraid that you’d pick him over me if it ever came to that. It was you and him from the start, I know that. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, that had changed. That it was you and me. Because we were together, and we fell in love, and I wanted to believe you when you said I was the only one you needed. And I kept remembering that night, that first night of the rest of our lives, when you came stumbling in through my door, and I thought that that was my answer. The fact that I was always the first one you came to when you needed someone. You even told me, remember? You told me how much you needed me, and because you were there, in my arms and not anybody else’s, I believed you. I believed that I was the one you wanted. But now… Now I find out that it’s all been a big lie. That you never really wanted me, after all. That you came looking for Batman but had to settle for Robin.” 

Liam started walking away from him again, and for a second, Harry couldn’t move, trying to process everything his boyfriend had just shouted at him. The boyfriend that he loved so deeply, and he wished more than anything that he could just get him to understand that. 

“Babe, stop! You have to let me explain,” he called out, but Liam kept on walking. “Liam! That’s not true, and you know it! Liam, please, that’s not true. You… _You’re_ Batman, remember?” 

Liam finally stopped, and slowly turned around. Harry ran up to him.  
“You’re Batman, Liam, you said it yourself!” Harry said, reminding him of the tweet Liam had written a while ago. “You are Batman. You are _my_ Batman. You are my first choice, you always have been. I didn’t know it at first, but it was always you. Always. That night… That doesn’t matter. Or, I mean, it does. It’s the only thing that matters. Because it was the start of the rest of my life, the start of our life together. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Maybe… Yeah, maybe I wanted to find Louis. Maybe I wanted to spill my guts out to him, or just… I don’t know. Maybe I wasn’t really looking for your place, but somehow I still ended up in you arms. Doesn’t that mean anything? I mean… Call me crazy, but… Maybe it was faith or something? I… I don’t know, Liam. But something made me end up in your arms that night and not his, and I am so, so, so grateful for that. You have no idea.” 

Liam wasn’t even looking at him; he kept his eyes on the wall on Harry’s left.  
“But… I don’t get it. How come you never told me?”  
“I didn’t think it mattered,” Harry said with a shrug.  
“But it does matter, Harry,” Liam said, scratching a spot on the wall with his thumb.  
“No, Liam, it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter who I wanted to see that night, what matters is that the one I saw was you. Okay, maybe I was looking for Louis that night. But that was just that night. _One night_ , Liam. I… I had been looking for you my entire life,” he said shyly, and Liam actually looked at him then. “Don’t look at me like that! You know what I mean… I love you, Liam, and I _do_ want you for the rest of my life. I always have and I always will. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about that night. But I really didn’t think it mattered. Because everything worked out the way they were supposed to.” 

Harry grabbed both of Liam’s hands and looked into his eyes. Some of the anger from before was gone, but he still didn’t say anything.  
“Liam… Please?”  
Harry could see Liam giving in.  
“Am I really your Batman?” he said, looking up at Harry through his long eyelashes. 

Harry smiled.  
“The one and only.”  
Liam sighed, but finally gave in entirely and returned Harry’s smile.  
“You’re such an idiot,” he said and rolled his eyes. Harry nudged Liam’s shoulder with his head.  
“You love it,” Harry mumbled against his skin.  
“I do,” Liam said with another sigh. 

Harry turned his head up against the other boy’s face, and they leaned in for a kiss.  
“I love you so much, Liam. I really do,” Harry said, reluctantly pulling away from his boyfriend’s lips. 

Liam pulled him back in, kissing him more passionately. Harry caught up quickly and pushed Liam back against the wall, placing one hand on each side of his head. Liam ran his hands along the sides of Harry’s body, gripping the hem of his button-up shirt and pulling it up slightly. Harry’s breath hitched slightly as Liam’s cold hands brushed against his hot skin. He responded by kissing a trail along Liam’s jaw, down his neck and over his birthmark. Liam let out a little moan and fisted Harry’s hair, just like Harry knew he would. As Liam’s grip on the curls tightened, Harry could feel himself growing harder, and he desperately wanted to get Liam out of his clothes, but he knew his boyfriend well enough to realise he would never be comfortable with doing it right there and then. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Harry mumbled, with his hot breath brushing into Liam’s ear.  
He nibbled his earlobe gently. Liam wasn’t able to answer him; he just nodded and pulled Harry in for a final kiss before grabbing his hand and rushing down the stairs.  
As they waited for a cab to drive by, Harry quickly texted the other boys saying they were leaving, and that they’d call in the morning. 

 

In the back of the cab, Harry could barely keep his hands off the other boy, but Liam kept pushing him away, not wanting to do anything with the cab driver right there. Harry wasn’t pleased with being rejected, and continued to plant kisses all over Liam’s neck and face.  
“Harry, not here,” Liam demanded. 

Harry looked at him with puppy eyes, pouting his lips. It made Liam laugh. He cupped his hand under Harry’s chin and kissed him quickly on the lips.  
“Almost there,” he said with a smile, and Harry felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his gut.  
“You’d think I’d be used to that by now,” he mumbled, leaving a puzzled look on Liam’s face.  
“What?”  
“I should be over getting butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me like that.” 

Liam looked at him, eyes filled with love, and he allowed himself to kiss Harry again, more passionately this time, not caring about the other man in the car. 

They paid the cab absentmindedly, and their lips were locked the second they set their feet down on the curb outside Liam’s building. Hand in hand, clinging to one another, they made their way through the front door and into the lift. Harry stood behind Liam and reached around him to press the button to Liam’s floor. He placed kisses all over Liam’s neck as he rubbed his bum against Harry’s crotch. Harry’s breathing got heavier and felt his cock pressing against his tight jeans, desperate to get out. He pushed up against Liam to create more friction, and Liam moaned quietly. 

The lift finally stopped and they practically ran through the hallway to Liam’s flat. Harry stayed tightly pushed up against him and when Liam stopped in front of the door trying to find his keys and get the door open, Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed his hand down Liam’s jeans and placed it around his throbbing cock. Liam’s entire body tightened as Harry gently grazed the tip of his cock with his thumb, smearing the pre-cum out. 

“Harry,” Liam panted out, “do you want me to get this door open or not?!”  
Harry snickered against the back of his neck.  
“Just hurry up,” he said, and Liam finally got the door open. 

They stumbled through the door and Liam immediately turned around to get Harry out of his clothes. They kissed eagerly as Liam started to unbutton Harry’s shirt, and Harry pulled Liam’s jumper over his head. When they were shirtless, they walked towards the bedroom, still kissing and running their hands all over each other’s bodies. They reached the bed and Liam pushed Harry onto it. He slowly started pulling Harry’s jeans off, and sighed loudly when he struggled with getting them off. 

“Fuck you and your ridiculously tight jeans,” he muttered.  
“Yes, please, fuck me,” Harry begged in response.  
Liam looked at him with that familiar expression on his face. The crooked smile and the mischievousness in his eyes told Harry that he was in for a treat. 

Harry shifted on the bed and Liam finally got his jeans off. He quickly pulled off his boxers as well, leaving his now rock hard dick rested nicely against his stomach. Liam grabbed it with his hand and didn’t hesitate to place his lips on the tip. He didn’t look away from Harry’s eyes even for a second as he took more and more of him in his mouth.  
When he stopped halfway, Harry couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into his mouth, forcing his way down to the back of Liam’s throat. The other boy let out a little noise as he choked slightly, but quickly adjusted himself to a good position and started bobbing his head up and down his boyfriend’s dick. Harry squirmed on the bed and got a hold of the sheets with his hands. He let out a loud moan. 

“Babe, I’m getting dangerously close,” he breathed out after a while, and Liam immediately pulled away with a nice plopping sound.  
“You’re not getting away that easily,” Liam said, and climbed onto the bed. 

Harry grabbed the hem of his jeans and pulled the button open. He let Liam jiggle out of the trousers and pull them off. Harry placed kisses down his neck and all over his chest. He grazed one of Liam’s nipples with his teeth and the other boy’s breath hitched. 

Liam climbed on top of him, pushing one of his legs between Harry’s, slowly moving to create friction. Harry pulled Liam’s boxers down and put a hand around his cock, gently moving it up and down. Liam groaned into their kiss, and lifted his hand up, pushing two fingers into their mouths. Harry licked them eagerly, knowing what was coming.  
When they were all slicked up, Liam slowly moved them downwards and placed them against Harry’s opening. He twitched at his boyfriend’s touch, and whimpered as he felt Liam’s cold fingers entering him. Liam gave him a moment to adjust to the pain, and then pushed all the way in. Harry closed his eyes and grabbed the hand Liam had placed on his thigh. He arched his back and moaned as Liam spread his fingers apart, slowly stretching him out. 

“Liam, _please_ ,” Harry whimpered, growing impatient.  
Liam obliged and pulled his fingers out, reaching across the bed to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer. Then, he placed himself on his knees in between Harry’s legs. He slicked himself up and threw the bottle away. Harry lifted his legs up slightly and Liam grabbed them, pushing them up in the air and spreading them apart. He leaned down to kiss Harry deeply, as he grabbed his dick with one of his hands and lined it up against Harry’s hole. 

Harry moaned all the way from the back of his throat into Liam’s mouth as he felt himself being stretched out by the size of his boyfriend’s hard cock. Liam gently pushed into him, letting him get used to the feeling. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he whispered, and Harry promptly shook his head.  
Liam leaned in for another kiss, and when Harry reached up to caress his cheek, Liam thrust all the way into him. Harry practically screamed into his mouth, the shock mixing with the wave of pleasure that rushed over him.  
Liam continued to steadily push into his body, his heavy breathing in sync with his movement, hitting Harry’s sweet spot with every thrust. It wasn’t long before Harry felt his orgasm rising in the pit of his stomach, and he reached down to get a hand around his own dick. Liam noticed and quickly smacked the hand away. 

“You’re gonna come from my dick only, okay babe? I am gonna make you come so hard, using nothing but my dick,” he breathed out, and Harry nodded.  
Liam placed his hands on each side of Harry’s head, and started pushing into him even faster. Harry twisted underneath him, desperately wanting to reach his climax.  
“Harder, baby,” he gasped, and Liam picked the speed up, fucking him harder and harder. “ _Fuck_ , Liam, I’m so close.” 

Liam leaned down and kissed him deeply, licking into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip.  
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered as he pulled away from Harry’s lips.  
It sent Harry over the edge. He closed his eyes as his legs started to shake, clutching them around Liam’s waist, letting out a scream as he felt his cock twitch, spilling out white cum all over his stomach. 

Harry felt a drip of Liam’s sweat dropping down on his cheek, knowing he was close too. He put his hands on the other boy’s bum cheeks and grabbed them tightly, placing his lips on Liam’s neck, sucking into his burning skin. Liam thrust into him deeply one last time before letting out a loud groan, and Harry felt his load filling him up.

Liam fell down on top of him, completely out of breath. Harry closed his eyes and slowly stroked his back, still drenched in sweat. He placed a light kiss on Liam’s shoulder, and smiled against his hot skin. Liam pulled out of him and rolled off of him, nuzzling up against his side. He rested his head on Harry’s chest and absentmindedly moved his fingers across the other boy’s abs. 

They stayed silent for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, before Harry placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s temple. Liam turned his face up towards Harry’s and they smiled at each other. 

And Harry couldn’t stop himself from letting out a little laugh as he felt the familiar tickle in his stomach.

**Author's Note:**

> Sorry the ending was kinda rushed? But I liked writing this, and yes it was inspired by Friends a little bit but hey. 
> 
> Oh and if you haven't, listen to _Still Into You_ by Paramore.  
> laurentiapayne.tumblr.com xx


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